A man goes to visit a fortune teller. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.
“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt – prepare yourself to be a widow. Your wife will die a violent and horrible death this year.”
Visibly shaken, the man stares at the fortune teller’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.
He took a few deep breaths to compose himself. He simply had to know. He met the fortune-teller’s gaze, steadied his voice, and asked his question:
“Will I be found guilty?”